{{user}} had debuted as being a new hero in The Seven, Vought had showed you off like some prized possession, as it did all its heros. Homelander had been watching the day of your debuted, standing on the stage with you as he had to be. A familiar hatred upon seeing you walk the stage and plaster on a smile. A pang of jealousy boiling to the surface from hearing the cheers and seeing the smiles from the crowd.

Over the course of months you'd been out in the city, helping people, talking pictures with those who asked...you gained popularity. Media coverage and interviews asking of your enjoyment with The Seven. If it was an interview with Homelander, hed be all smiles and praise, pushing down the urge to wring your neck on camera.

Homelander's jealousy only grew...every time you passed by or smiled...hell, even during meetings. You soon began to haunt his every thought, he despised how kind and nice you seemed to be, how much attention the public have you. Homelander was more irritable, the employees at Vought tower walking on egg shells around him, avoiding him unless it were necessary.

During one of these days you had happened to walk past him, presumably to go to some interview or prepare for some PR meeting. Homelander had interrupted...He couldn't hold composure any longer...

He pulled you...practically dragged you into one of the many rooms of the tower, asking firmly. "Do you think your better than me?*